The streets of Shanghai during the morning rush hour are extremely crowded, with a constant flow of vehicles.
Lou Lan held the steering wheel with both hands and listened to the familiar local accent coming from the headphones.
"Lan, we all saw you online."
The person opposite was obviously familiar with Lou Lan's taciturn personality, and kept mumbling to himself, "That big sun, it looks so hot, even hotter than our hometown..."
"Fortunately, it's okay." Lou Lan looked at the traffic lights ahead.
"Why are you still performing in the rain? The weather is bad and there are few people. I see your knees are all dirty and it doesn't look good. How can there be an audience like this?"
Lou Lan didn't speak.
"Hey. Last night I asked you to watch a video, but you didn't turn it on. It's like this every time, because you were afraid that your dad and I would start talking about it when we saw your dark circles under your eyes and your bad complexion. Hey, did you see those people talking nonsense? Yes. I have also seen it, what kind of gangster girl is this? We are serious national soldiers, and our academic qualifications are calculated separately. How can we say that we have never gone to school..."
"Mom." Lou Lan exhaled without leaving a trace, "You know they are talking nonsense, so just ignore them."
He added: "Now we are getting better day by day, and there are always people who are jealous."
The headphones were quiet for a few seconds, and the sound was lower than before.
"Lan Lan, you really haven't been wronged? I think someone has done the statistics. You, captain, do you have a place to sing? There are also dancers, magazine shoots... Why are we the only ones who have less to do? Is this what our neighbor’s girl always says, ‘not enough resources’?”
Lou Lan's hand on the steering wheel tightened, the traffic light changed, and she drove into another street.
"We don't understand your work, but our family has also been in business, and some of the principles are the same... How about we give the agent some money? Let them take more care of you?"
Lou Lan finally shook her head impatiently: "Mom, what are you thinking about?"
"Do you know how much better our training program is compared to other regiments on the market? It's not convenient for me to tell you the specifics, but my old injuries in the army are almost healed."
She rarely speaks long sentences, but when she does speak, she speaks very quickly, mixed with a subtle local accent.
"When the incident happened, the hospital said it couldn't be cured. Now I'm taking medicine...I'm healthier than before. If you can put such effort into doing good for us, do you really think that the agent and our teachers care about the money? "
There was silence in the headphones again, this time for a long time.
"That businessman, what he invested, he will not be able to earn back from you sooner or later?"
Lou Lan's mother's tone was low and worried, "But you don't make any money now. People have to train you for something, otherwise wouldn't it be a loss?"
Lou Lan's breathing stopped suddenly, and she pursed her lips tightly.
"I...we are making money." She spat out a few words, her fingers on the steering wheel trembling slightly.
A huge number of high-quality original singing and dancing resources; a powerful "medicinal bath" that not even a fool can recognize; innovative equipment specially built for the nine of them; and even the chairman of Qinyi Technology personally took the time to come over to guide the training.
right. Lou Lan knew that her mother was right.
What are they trying to do with such a heavy investment?
Everyone in "Not Gray" and "Qianse" knows that Yangliu Entertainment and Qinyi Technology have spent an unimaginable amount of money on them so far, so they don't dare to slack off and go all out to do it despite a hundred times of psychological pressure. Head for the upper rush.
This is not only a dream of an individual or a group, but also a responsibility and a favor.
We must fire.
It won’t work if it’s not popular.
Not only for myself, but also for the support of fans and the hard work of teachers and managers.
They have a huge "debt" on them. They don't talk about it on weekdays, but they desperately want to repay it in their hearts.
Spiritually, we must not live up to the expectations we carry; materially, we must not let these investments be wasted and lose everything.
"Thousands of Colors" has already taken the first step towards repayment, but "Not Gray" has not yet begun.
Lou Lan's thoughts were racing, but by chance, what her mother said also coincided with what she was thinking.
"...I heard that there are a few boys with you, and they are doing well now. Are they the same agents as you? What's the matter? They are the only ones who have developed so well...Is your company A bit patriarchal? I just hope you don’t have other thoughts and make money back from those bad places..."
"mom!"
Lou Lan stepped on the accelerator with a little energy to vent her anger, "What are you thinking about? Sister Liu is not that kind of person!"
"Oh, I'm not worried about you. But it really doesn't work out. Look, you said your injury is healed. Why don't you go back to the army? Didn't you say you like staying there very much?"
The woman's voice was filled with emotion, "I met that girl when I went out today. She is doing well. Her head was not damaged. She is now studying in the Experimental Middle School. She has good grades and is a sensible person. When she saw me, she even asked me to give Please send a message to say thank you to Sister Lanlan for saving her back then..."
"Hey, she also asked if the injury on your foot was healed. Anyway, as long as it's healed..."
Lou Lan remained silent and returned to his usual quiet self.
The sound in the earphones lasted for a while, and they were all common chatter about health, education, work, and the escape route of "If it doesn't work out, just go back to your hometown. We haven't even retired yet, and we can still afford to support you."
Lou Lan responded absently until the call ended and the car arrived at the first destination.
Qi Shuang rushed into the car with her bulging bag in her arms like a whirlwind. After fastening her seat belt, she unscrewed a bottle of special water, carefully took a sip in her mouth and swallowed it slowly.
"Okay?" Lou Lan's expression remained normal.
Qi Shuang swallowed the last bit of water before saying: "It's not possible, but it must be done."
Lou Lan nodded, said no more, and concentrated on driving to the next place.
Qi Shuang continued to dig out of her bag, took out a board with few throat-moistening lozenges left, and stuffed one into her mouth.
After the lozenge had completely melted, she unfolded the deeply creased handwritten track list, thinking about changes, while making a low "gurgling" bubble sound, which was a way of massaging her vocal cords.
Not long after, Jiang Qing'e and Xing Yufei opened the door and got into the car one after another. The former applied eye cream and lay back. A slight snoring sounded in the car. The latter exhaled tiredly, lowered his head and rubbed the center of his brow.
"What's wrong?" Qi Shuang asked.
Xing Yufei raised her head with a smile and said sweetly: "It's okay~ I was reminded by my beautiful sister today that my dance moves are a bit wrong. If you pay more attention, it will be fine."
Lou Lan's eyes briefly met Xing Yufei's eyes in the rearview mirror of the car.
"Come on." Lou Lan said.
Xing Yufei said nothing and nodded lightly.
"Not Gray"'s recent performances have been very intense, and the four of them are even more excited after signing a cooperation contract with Wen Yuqi and "Scale Man", and there is no performance without their efforts.
However, Ranxiang songs played too much part in their performances, and the dance moves were mainly intense. The dances were enjoyable to watch, but they inevitably affected Xing Yufei's style and caused difficulties in her ballet rehearsals.
"Part-time job" is a word that bosses don't like very much.
The director of the troupe also hopes that Xing Yufei can focus more on the current performance. Because she was familiar with Xing Yufei's family and Xing Yufei worked hard, she didn't say anything before, but recently the problem became a little obvious, and today she had to call Xing Yufei over to hammer it out.
Xing Yufei skillfully apologized and smiled, and this little episode passed quickly.
It is impossible for her to give up any of them, so there is only one solution: do them both.
As long as she does her best on both sides, she will not be called "half-hearted" or "greedy at both ends", but will be given the honorary title of "dedication", "inspirational" and "all-round".
Good or bad perception can be determined in a moment, the important thing is to let the performance speak for itself.
This is what Qin Jue said and Xing Yufei knows very well.
The four of them arrived at the small square. It was still early. This place was not near Ruixin Cinema, nor was it ISCA. Following Liu Huajun’s arrangement, they continued to maintain the pace of two to three guerrilla performances every day, using practical actions to break the sour atmosphere. He was so angry that he made comments such as "Wait a minute, if there is a collaboration, I will give priority to the sponsor."
This is also a marketing strategy, the focus is to maintain their "grassroots" persona.
Rumors are spreading on the Internet. Both Wen Yuqi and Liu Huajun have shown firm toughness. The latter is even more so. He is holding his breath and exerting his strength. He will use this opportunity to completely let "Not Gray" come to the stage openly and openly. .
"Sister Liu. Now they have turned to 'Thousand Colors', and there is conflict between fans on both sides."
In the office, the people around Liu Huajun quickly glanced at various computer pages.
"Bring the rhythm back."
Liu Huajun said without thinking, "Put off the 'Thousand Colors', publicize the relationship between the two groups more, and when necessary, turn the blame on the company and me."
The employee paused: "Understood."
Liu Huajun flipped through his address book, but no calls came from those familiar numbers, as if he was still waiting.
"Tell the fans that there are professional fans who are going to stir up trouble." She said, "If there are fans who insist on making a fuss, just let the news out and say that the company is not a good person, and we are now waiting to see what the value of 'Not Gray' is."
"As for Qianse's recent cue of four letters starting with I and six letters starting with U, it's not a company requirement. It's because the children are too straight-minded and can't stand it. In fact, they were scolded by their manager after they finished cueing."
The employee nodded and started to do it.
Liu Huajun took a deep breath and walked to the window. The sun is bright and dazzling outside today, and it is unbearably hot.
What does she do as an agent? Aren't you just blocking the gun?
Scold, let them scold!
One more fan who curses his manager for being hit by a car while out, and perhaps one less voice that provokes dissension between "Thousand Colors" and "Not Gray".
Now, right now.
With all their efforts, "Not Gray" must stand tall and proud in the spotlight that should have been theirs.
Of the nine children who have agreed to debut together, no one can be missing.
…
Eleven o'clock in the morning.
The drums suddenly fell, and the four people's dance stopped at the same time, ending
The pose (ending pose) is sassy, pretty and full of momentum.
There were cheers and shouts from the audience, Qi Shuang took the lead, "It's not gray." Everyone bowed at ninety degrees and held it for a while before raising their bodies, wiping sweat, waving their hands, and walked down the rough side steps with a smile. Public outdoor stage.
This small square usually holds up those ugly UNGREY umbrellas to provide shade for fans who don’t want to be exposed to the direct sun. But even so, there are still many people who are willing to stand in the sun and chat with the "Not Gray" people on the stage. "Sweat together and devote yourself to the performance and enjoyment.
"Brother Qi!"
Zhou Chen and his girlfriend Huang Yameng ran over carrying a box of mineral water.
Generally speaking, if the weather is too hot and muggy, "Not Gray" will take a half-hour break during morning and afternoon performances depending on the situation.
There is also their "exclusive area" next to the stage. Although it is just a big umbrella with tables and chairs, just like the ordinary configuration when a university club recruits new members, at least there are staff coming to help. Unlike before, the four girls had to do everything by themselves. Fans Everyone thinks this is a good sign, which shows that "Not Gray" has gradually gained the attention of the company after making achievements on his own.
"Good job."
"It's not gray." The four people's faces were covered with sweat, and they smiled and thanked them.
"It's okay, come on!"
Zhou Chen and Huang Yameng put the mineral water on the long table at the end. There was a small pile of gifts, including letters, bouquets, and food and drink. They were all simple thoughts from fans for "Not Ashes" .
After draining the mineral water, the two people did not take pictures or sign autographs. They just said hello and turned back to the "pergola" where the fans were.
This is a rule and tacit understanding that has been unknowingly produced in many performances, especially performances near Ruixin Cinema where there are more audiences, so "Not Gray" will only collect some small things in the morning performances when there are fewer people. When the fans who sent their gifts saw the glistening sweat on their faces, they didn't want to take up too much of their rest time, so they said a few blessings and left thoughtfully.
Qi Shuang handed Xing Yufei water, Lou Lan sat next to her and changed her shoes, and Jiang Qing'e trotted to a black-filmed car not far away to change her clothes under the care of the staff.
These four girls are really down-to-earth when they get off the stage, and they are generous in everything they do. Sometimes when the car is far away, Lou Lan will first put on a T-shirt outside the performance clothes, and then put her arms in it for a while, and put the quilt on. The sweat-soaked performance clothes can be pulled out from the collar or the hem of the T-shirt, so that the clothes will not be exposed during the whole process, and the change of clothes can be completed simply.
However, in comparison, Jiang Qing'e, who is in good shape, has no advantage in this regard. She has to run several laps between the car and the temporary resting place every time.
"Hooah——"
She quickly opened the car door and ran back. Although the car was air-conditioned, she would catch a cold from going back and forth. She might as well post stickers with her lovely teammates and wave to the fans across the way to express sympathy.
"Qi Qi's, Feifei's, Lan Lan's... Oh, this is for all of us..."
Jiang Qing'e smiled and rushed to the pile of gifts, checked the notes on them one by one, and then put them into categories so that Qi Shuang and the others could come over and take a look later.
"Huh? What is this?"
Soon, Jiang Qing'e pulled out a bag of snacks wrapped in transparent wrapping paper and tied with a bow. They looked like handmade sandwich cookies.
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